SKY
The academy buzzed with anticipation. The next test, the shooting range, was something everyone had been talking about. Word had spread after the hand-to-hand combat, and now, all eyes were on the cadets who had impressed so far—especially Noah and me.
But today wasn’t about wrestling on a mat. Today, it was about precision, control, and patience—all skills I had in spades thanks to the training I received from my father. Growing up in a military camp gave me more than just fighting skills; it honed my ability to think quickly and act faster.
I could feel the nervous energy buzzing through the group as we lined up at the range. Some cadets were shifting anxiously, clearly not as confident with guns as they had been with fists. For me, though, this was where I excelled. This was wher
